On Owls

I've probably bored you with photos/excitement over my holiday so now I am going to talk about the worst bit of my holiday.

The worst bit of my holiday was when, hours after my phone had notified me of an email from Dotmund and refused to show it to me, I finally got back into 3G land and managed to accidentally delete it. The practically perfect and not at all annoying gmail app insisted I only had seven messages from June in my trash. I had been looking forward to it because it had an attachment and I thought it might be a drawing and would make me feel better after horrible delayed flights and no sleep. I almost cried and then I shouted a bit. Then when I got home I went on proper gmail and got it back and it WAS an attachment and it IS brilliant and it WOULD HAVE made everything better.



Lest you think I'm a total Moana Lisa, here is quite an impressive photo of a best bit of my holiday. It took a few attempts to make this happen but it was worth it.

Not much apparently

Flickr Mosaic

1. essence of 'alice' cupcakes, 2. 6th Course: Caramelized Pork Belly, 3. HDR of Ringmer Church (Cropped), 4. Purple and Green, 5. THE DARK KNIGHT (Poster & Trailer), 6. Tea for two, 7. Na Pali Coast, Kauai, Hawaii, 8. triple chocolate fudge cupcakes, 9. the residence of an old Japanese scholar, 10. Family Portrait, 11. The Sleepy Hollow, 12. Cakes

from Smariek Knits

(Into) the Fray: Sting Rays

(Into) the Fray: Sting Rays

An amazing photo (and necklace).

Wordle

Says it rather nicely

“If I were rich I would have many books, and I would pamper myself with bindings bright to the eye and soft to the touch, paper generously opaque, and type such as men designed when printing was very young. I would dress my gods in leather and gold, and burn candles of worship before them at night, and string their names like beads on a rosary. I would have my library spacious and dark and cool, safe from alien sights and sounds, with slender casements opening on quiet fields, voluptuous chairs inviting communion and reverie, shaded lamps illuminating sanctuaries here and there, and every inch of the walls concealed with the mental heritage of our race. And there at any hour my hand or spirit would welcome my friends, if their souls were hungry and their hands were clean.”

~Will Durant

Greta Christina's Blog: Atheists and Anger

Greta Christina's Blog: Atheists and Anger

A very interesting and articulate article about atheism.